I am a petite blonde with big hair, a round face, big eyes, and voluptuous lips; think of Mrs. Carpenter with green eyes. It was beach day, a day off I dedicate to baking in the sun. I was wearing my teal bikini and platform wedge beach heels with straps that went up my shins, strolling down to find a spot.

The Beach

It was beach day. On a not-too-crowded beach in Maine, around 3 in the afternoon, the weather was a combination of hot and humid. The sun was beating high in the sky, warming the skin, followed by cool ocean breezes that came in every so often to mitigate the sweltering heat. Beachgoers were coming and going; there was a crowd, but nothing too packed. I was lying face up on my towel with a beach pillow, raising my head so I could people-watch, letting my curves catch the sun in my pastel bikini and beige beach heels. The humidity was getting to me. I sweat easily, and I started to feel a bit damp, as though I was pleasantly steaming in the sun.

I noticed a group of surfers getting out of the water in the distance. One by one, they planted their surfboards in the sand and laid down on their towels to rest. Even from far away, I could see the silhouettes of their sculpted chests pumping up and down as they caught their breath. One of them got up, I assume to grab water or food from the vending stands further down the beach.

As he walked past me, I noticed the tattoos on his shins and around his ankles. The design curved upwards and followed his muscle definition, which drew my stare up to his thighs, sculpted upper torso, and eventually his face and wet hair. He seemed to notice me staring and caught my gaze as he walked by. I smiled instinctively, and he winked at me. I froze a bit as he continued towards the stand, processing his wink. It had been only two weeks since I had broken up with my fiancé for cheating on me three months before the wedding, and my moods had been fluctuating with an intensity I had never felt before. Whether rage, sadness, envy, despair, or lust, every emotion felt since that moment had come crashing down ten times harder than usual.

I briefly started to daydream about wrapping my hands around his broad shoulders while he entered me right there on the beach for everyone to see. It was a fantasy I’d had since I was young: daydreaming about my teacher lifting me off of my desk to fuck me in front of the class, imagining the rugby team taking me on the field during a game, or visualizing what it would look like if I ran onstage during a pep rally to blow the captain in front of the whole auditorium, hearing their cheers as he came in my mouth.

Public fantasies got me there fast. I started to feel the inside of my bikini getting as wet as the rest of my body, and I squeezed my legs together just slightly. I looked to my left and to my right. There were other sunbathers, but they were mostly either sleeping or reading, so I decided to go for it. I took an extra towel out of my beach bag and laid it over my lower body, with only my little feet sticking out. I reached down under my bikini and started rubbing my clit gently and discreetly under the towel. After a while, I started feeling slight convulsions; I was moving the sand with my heels and twitching my thighs as my fingers slipped over my little button. All of a sudden I heard a voice.

“Are you thirsty, Miss?” The tall surfer was standing right above me.

“Oh… ummm, what?” I replied, startled as I suddenly retracted my hand from my pelvis.

He lowered a big bottle. “You look like you’re sweating, Miss; you could use some water.”

I reached up to grab it and noticed him briefly glancing at my cleavage. 

“Thanks!” I gulped it down and playfully licked my lips and handed him the bottle back.

“Can I lie down over here, or are you expecting someone?” he asked.

“No, go right ahead; I actually have an extra towel you can use.” I took the towel off my legs and laid it down for him. I noticed the edges of my thighs were glistening wet; I think he noticed too. He lay down on the towel and let out a big sigh, contracting every muscle in his back as his face fell on the sand.

“I saw you just got out of the water; you could use some sunscreen.” I grabbed a big bottle out of my bag.

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” He turned his head and sized me up from head to toe, meeting my stare.

I got up, sat on his lower back, and squirted a large amount of sunscreen onto his chiseled frame. I lathered his back first, then moved down his thighs and to his shins. He started to groan with pleasure. Once fully covered, I put the bottle down and lay back on my towel, face down to meet his stare.

“Do you want me to do you now?” he asked, briefly looking over at the sunscreen bottle.

“Oh...I’d love that!” I handed him the bottle as he got up to kneel over me in the sand, very slightly putting his weight on my ass.

I reached forward and sank my hands into the warm sand while his wide palms massaged the lotion into every nook. I felt him unclip my bikini top.

“Getting comfortable back there?” I playfully threw it at him.

“It’s just so you don’t get tan lines,” he finished rubbing the lotion into my thighs, legs, and ass.

I turned over as he got up, covering my chest to keep my top from falling off. I lay back down face up, my teal bikini now floating over my breasts unattached. He looked over at me and smiled.

“Soooo, do you often relieve yourself like that on the beach?” Once again, he was looking at me up and down.

I blushed, and my pale cheeks turned red. “Not always, but I gotta say, after seeing you walk past, well… I couldn’t help it.”

The sun was getting to me, I was still wet from earlier, and I was ready for anything.

He smiled, “Do you want me to do the front too?”

"Oh yeah, of course, let’s do both at once... I mean, let’s, yeah, make it even,” I stumbled.

He started to spread the lotion everywhere I wasn’t covered, going down to my feet and toes and all the way back up.

The stranger started rubbing the side of my thigh. I was ready to pounce on him, but I had to play it cool. If only I could sit on his lap, pull his shorts down, and ride him with my towel over my lap to hide my little frame as best I could. The scene playing out in my head sent a wave of heat through me.

“Can I grab some more of your water?” I asked nervously, just to say something.

“Of course, miss.” He handed me the bottle.

I gulped some down, handed it back, and caught his stare. He had big brown eyes and a chiseled jaw; his wet hair was still dripping on his shoulders a bit. I smiled at him and turned on my side, facing away from him, my heart-shaped ass facing him. I reached behind me to find his hand in the sand. Once I grabbed it, I started pulling his wrist slightly and guided him towards my bikini bottoms. Still lying on my side, I pulled my bikini inside my crack to signal I wanted him to play with me.

He got the message. His hands started to caress my cheeks; he was slipping his fingers between the seams of my bikini and my crack. He got a bit closer, and I felt his feet near my heels as he started reaching for my slit. When he found my soaking wet hole, I felt him struggle to fit his finger. He had large hands, but more than that, I was so anxious my little opening was clenched tight. He made his way up my walls and reached my spot, and I immediately loosened up; I let out a small moan. He positioned himself closer and started kissing my neck and gently fingering me from behind as discreetly as possible. I started squirming, trying to move as little as possible, but I couldn’t help it. I was so close to squirting all over his arm.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, “I think some people on the beach are watching us.”

“MMMMmmmmpphhh,” I came instantly. My fantasy had just come true.

I’m a squirter, and since it was beach day, I had drunk several bottles of water to prepare for the heat. I gushed all over my bikini, his forearm, and part of the towel. I was now shaking, spasming under the sun on my towel, lying in my puddle. I noticed more onlookers, and one of them seemed to be filming me. I didn’t mind.

I looked back at the gorgeous surfer smiling at me. “Do you want to find somewhere more discreet?” 

“Yeah, I know this place in the dunes nobody knows about; let's grab the towels and head out.”

I packed everything in my beach bag and decided to give the onlookers a show. I got up, my bikini still wedged between my cheeks, and turned around to show off while I hid my plump cheeks back inside the fabric. I bent down with my legs straight to grab the bag, and we left together on a path that led from the beach to the dunes.

The Dunes

We walked hand in hand as he guided me down the secluded path, far, far away from everyone on the edge of the dunes and the tree line. We arrived at the spot: it was a series of mounds of untouched sand, beautifully curving back and forth throughout the landscape. He grabbed my waist, pulled me towards him, and stared into my eyes before he kissed me. We started to make out in the warm sand; it was a bit hot, but we were moving so much of it around that the ground got pleasantly toasty. I took his shorts off and started sucking him immediately. I couldn’t wait; I needed to cum again as soon as possible. I pulled my bikini to the side and straddled him on the hill, planting my heels in the sand to balance myself as I grabbed his girthy cock and lowered myself onto it. Still squatting over him, I started to lower myself up and down his long shaft, gliding it deep inside me with long, slow motions.

“Oh my god, Miss, you are wild. Are you going to squirt on me again?”

“Hah, if you want, you need to bend me over. That helps.”

He immediately picked me up, turned me around, and threw me against the sandy hill. I assumed the position, bent down with my legs straight up, my hands on the dune for balance, my ass and thighs staring up at him.

“Yessss, take my little hole and make me squirt,” I was so eager I wanted to let him know just how much.

“You’re going to be my good girl and squirt on my cock, yes?”

“Yesss yes yes!” I pleaded.

He entered me slowly from behind and inched his way inside, stretching my little slit, and I instantly felt my cheeks getting flushed. He started to manhandle me as he thrust more vigorously, clutching my ass, stroking my back, and squeezing my thighs together. My platform heels were coming in handy. He was a bit tall, and I'm a bit short, so the heels were helping, as well as my skills raising my waist as high as I could to receive a cock.

I looked over at the beach while he kept fucking me, feeling for a second a feeling of pure relaxation, quickly followed by more squirming as he slowed his thrusts down a pace, slowly massaging my g-spot with his tip for a while. I grabbed the sand in front of my face and yelled out.

“I’m going to cum again, watch out!” I cried.

“Oh, I’m watching, don’t worry; go ahead and let it all out!”

“OOOOoooooohh,” I started squirting again, spraying him like a shower nozzle you forgot was set on jet mode.

He didn't stop; he felt my slippery little slit, and I could sense his excitement double.

“Oh my god, miss I haven’t felt a pussy this wet ever! I’m going to cum!”

As soon as he said that, I started to thrust my waist back and forth, taking over the motion, clenching my pussy around his cock, and pushing him down inside me. He stood speechless and motionless as he watched himself disappear between my thighs.

“Urggghhhhhh,” He started to cum inside me over and over, pushing me down. My head was now sinking in the sand, taking his last thrusts as best I could without breaking my posture.

“Yesss, go ahead, let it all out. I can feel how much you had in there.”

He turned me around, picked me up in his arms, and kissed me. My little legs dangled behind his perfect frame as I slid my hands behind his neck for balance. He slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth and kissed my cheeks before he put me down.

“I want to eat up every inch of you,” he whispered.

“I mean, we still have an hour until sunset; you brought water; I have nowhere else to be.”

I wanted him again, but he was resting and recovering in the sand, so I just cuddled up to him and lay my head on his chest as we watched the beach from a distance. I looked up at the path and noticed a group of silhouettes beyond the dunes. A moment later, I clearly saw the same group of about fourteen surfers from earlier, boards in hand, walking with a very tall woman. As they got closer, I discerned a gorgeous redhead in a laced white bikini walking alongside the group. She was also pale but had a completely different body type than mine: very tall and skinny, with small but perky breasts, long red curls, and a model’s face. I quickly slid my bikini bottoms back on.


The Surfers

She was holding her sandals in her hand, walking barefoot. Her height became apparent as she walked past my five-foot frame. I watched her endless legs stroll by me.

The rest of the group addressed my surfer, “Hey man, I see you found number two, hah.”

They opened a big beach bag and started passing water around to everyone. Each of them, including the woman, started gulping it down. Still a bit puzzled, I followed and drank half a bottle.

Number two? Was this their plan? Did these bronze gods find women who could be tempted into a gangbang and meet up at this spot to do it? I had a million questions, but I was also game. Each of the surfers was gorgeous in their way, and the redhead was a pale, statuesque model out of a lingerie magazine.

I turned to “my” surfer and got closer to him as I was still intimidated by the fourteen men towering over me, leering at me aggressively, and making comments to themselves they thought I couldn’t hear.

“Sooo, what’s going on?” I asked him.

“Hah, so if you’re not into it, I’ll walk you back to the beach right now… But if you want to stay, well, you can probably imagine what’s going to happen.”

I looked up at him, still a bit hesitant; I had done threesomes before, but never this many at once. Granted, I would be getting some help from the other selected damsel. 

“If it gets a bit too rough, just signal me,” he says.

“Ok, I will,” I answered in a low, whimpered voice.

I felt an overwhelming wave of anxiety and fear as the reality set in. It felt a bit like losing my virginity again; I had only felt this once before when my hymen had been breached: a combination of anxiety from not knowing what would happen and excitement from what was to come.

“Relax, it will be ok; we’ll start together so you’re more at ease,” my surfer whispered to me.

He started to kiss me slowly, and I closed my eyes to reciprocate. He was holding my neck and caressing my shoulders, and all of a sudden I felt two hands on my shins. One of the surfers was lathering me up with baby oil, massaging every inch of my leg. I felt a second pair of hands working on the other leg and foot, but they made sure to keep my heels on. One more pair of hands lathered my belly and backside, and one unclipped my bikini top, letting it fall to the ground. My bare, perky tits pushed against my surfer’s chest, still making out, eyes closed. I felt one of them grasp the sides of my bikini bottoms and peeled them off my butt until they fell off by themselves on the warm sand. He proceeded to lather every inch of my plump flesh with oil, reaching in my crack and very gently rubbing some on my ring.

Once fully oiled, six of them were now groping every inch of me, sucking my nipples, nibbling my neck, and playing with my clit. They broke me away from the kiss, and I opened my eyes to see another group doing the same thing to the redhead a few feet away. She was fully naked and standing; one of them was on his knees going down on her while the rest groped her and rubbed their cocks over her oiled body. I saw two large towels laid out in the sand in front of us.

The wave of fear intensified as the act was getting closer, but this time it got mixed with an intense wave of sexual heat. I was as turned on as I was anxious.

Three of the men picked me up off the ground like I was a small chair they were moving, brought me over to the first towel, and lay me down gently. The redhead soon joined my side as the fifteen men surrounded us, most of them rubbing their cocks, watching our pale bodies naked and glistening on the black towels.

“Ok, who’s first?!” one of them exclaimed.

Without saying a word, one of the skinnier ones walked over to me and started touching me and immediately entered me. He was as toned as the rest; he was just on the narrower side, but I liked it. Another came to my side and grabbed my head and guided it towards his cock as I took him in my mouth and started to suck him. I was filled from both ends, my little legs and heels flailing around while the first surfer inside me sped up his pace. Two of the other surfers each grabbed one of my ankles and pulled my legs open to stabilize me while his cock slid faster and faster. The rest were all stroking themselves, impatiently waiting for a turn with my little holes.

Next to me, the redhead was on all fours on the towel, getting ravaged from behind by a blonde stallion, and like me, with another’s cock in her mouth. She was getting pushed back and forth by the thrusts of the blonde currently inside her. Another one was gently holding her red curls up and away from her face while another group masturbated around them.

The sight of watching her experience what I was also going through turned me on even more, and I started getting wetter. The first surfer inside me clenched, grabbed my waist, and warmed my little pussy with his throbs before pulling out. The second one started to cum, I opened my mouth wide and gave him my big green cartoon eyes to stare into while he clumsily sprayed the inside of my mouth, teeth, and face with his seed. His warm glaze was dripping down from the corner of my eyes onto my cheeks and from the side of my lips as I smiled up at him to swallow him clean. It seemed one of the others couldn’t contain himself and had fondled himself to orgasm watching us. He kneeled down in the sand abruptly, and I felt a large thump in the ground. He rubbed his tip on my nipple, still stroking, and pumped his cum all over my bare tits. I signaled him over to my lips to clean off the last remaining drip in my mouth and swallowed.

I had been on the edge of orgasm again, and I needed more. Thankfully they were wasting no time, and another entered me again. He was massive, sporting a buzzcut, and...big. Both physically and down there, he was just a pile of muscle with a cock to go with it. He fed me his girthy eight inches slowly at first.

“Go ahead and take me hard, make me squirt!” I moaned as I started clapping my platform heels together behind his back.

He acquiesced and picked up his pace, slamming his massive frame down on top of me, hitting my spot again and again. I was staring at his massive cock visibly pumping open the sides of my walls, and I wondered how it was disappearing inside me so easily. I came within two minutes.

“OOOOooooo… Oo…OOohh,” I let out a stuttered moan.

I squirted all over him as he took himself out of me. He looked at the wet mess in delight and plunged back into my soaking hole as fast as he could to finish. He quickly emptied himself inside me, the third one so far, fourth if we counted my solo encounter in the dunes.

I felt the one in my mouth was close to finishing. Suddenly he slipped himself from my lips, walked over to my feet, grabbed my ankles, and lifted my legs before throbbing an impressive amount of semen all over my feet and heels!

I noticed a small crowd of onlookers had followed us from the beach and were looking at the performance from a distance.

A new pair came in to take me. The anxiety was completely gone at this point, and I was begging them for more. I twirled my heels and pedaled with my legs, giving them a show to entice them as they drew closer. The cum was dripping from my feet down to my heel straps on my shins.

“Yes, guys, you’re too much; bring them here. I need more!” I was fully in it now and feeling voracious.

These two were among the tallest and largest in the group, with bodies carved like Greek statues, like the rest. They walked towards me and towered over me, their erections lying a little above my face.

I got on my knees and hoisted myself up a little to reach them with my mouth, one at a time at first, then fitting both in, teasing them with my tongue, getting them so aroused they would have to take me as intensely as they possibly could.

It worked. Each one grabbed one of my arms and stood me up abruptly, lusting after me on a primal level. I could see their pupils widening, mouths gaping and salivating, and their inhibitions leaving as they groped and licked every inch of me. The first surfer turned me around as if to take me from behind and lifted me by my small waist. More of my juices came dripping down on the towel as he lifted me off the ground. The second surfer in front of me caught my shoulders and used his arms as supports to keep my upper body in the air. 

I was now sandwiched between these two men, floating in the air, my little legs and heels dangling behind the one carrying my waist. My mouth was now perfectly positioned in front of the second’s cock, and I slid my plump red lips around it. As soon as I did, I felt the first one’s girthy member slide inside me from behind as they fully locked me in from both sides. The small crowd of onlookers started clapping a little; some of them cheered us on. I was in heaven; my fantasy had been fulfilled and then some. I was getting filled from both ends, wholly suspended, and ogled by strangers.

The first one looked down at my big green eyes and stroked my blonde, messy, sandy hair out of the way as they started bouncing me back and forth, the cock inside me pushing me forward on the one in my mouth. My tits were suspended upside down, jiggling with the rhythm of their thrusts. The one behind me started using one hand to clench and spank my butt cheeks as hard as he could. I was whimpering small yelps of pain mixed with moans of pleasure as they kept using me.

The one behind me was getting close already; I could feel it. I started rhythmically sucking and matching the motion with my hand to get the other one to cum as fast as possible. My goal was to have them fill me up from both ends at once while suspended in the air. I sucked him and twisted my tongue just right to get him there, and I let out:

“Cum in my mouth, my dirty beach god!”

That was enough to send him over the edge, and they both started to cum inside me at once, squeezing their goo down my holes as I looked up with a pleading face at the one in my mouth. They loved to play with my plump ass; it stuck out of my petite frame and looked like two little pale spheres looking up at you. I felt the one behind me squeeze both cheeks with his full might while he emptied every last drop inside me. The constant stream of warmth simultaneously inside my slit and in my mouth made me shiver with pleasure, and I squirted again on the surfer behind me, hosing his chest and stomach with my secretions, while my limbs spasmed wildly in the air.

Some of the bystanders had been invited to come closer to cover us with more cum. Two of the surfers acted as bodyguards and allowed the ones on the edge of orgasm to empty themselves. The surfer behind me had pulled out but, for some reason, kept me in the air while the other still held my shoulders up. All of a sudden I felt a warm glaze covering my ass cheeks, followed by another one on my feet again. Still suspended, I looked over to my left and saw a line of young and middle-aged men waiting for their turn, while the two men who had just came on me walked away satisfied.

“Oh my god!” I thought. Just when I felt it couldn’t get any hotter, I got another deep wave of humiliation and pleasure. I reached for the water as I was finally let back down and started chugging to replenish before I could finish off the rest of them. I was so horny my hands were shaking. I was holding the bottle vertically up to my lips and spilling a good amount of it all over myself. I felt like an animal, enjoying without shame my basest instincts to be used and ravaged by as many bulls as possible.

The group next to me had the tall vixen in a similar position as mine but upside down. One of the surfers had picked her up and held her by the waist, facing him, and slid himself inside her pale slit. Without thrusting, he proceeded to gently lower her top half, suspending her in the air until her face was upside down. The second surfer caught her on the other side, grabbed her wrists, pulled her arms up to keep her in the air, and inserted himself in her mouth. They started to thrust in tandem. All filled up and upside down, she looked like a mirror image of me earlier, a ragdoll suspended in the air, moaning for more.

My partner in crime had also been consistently showered inside and out and was covered in cum from her own line of strangers on the other side of the towels. By my count, I had just taken six out of fourteen, not counting my first encounter, as I knew he wanted to go again…as I’m sure did some others. My companion had taken close to the same.

The next six decided to join the two of us together and laid the redhead closer to me. I crawled over to my first surfer, the one who had walked me down the path to my ultimate fantasy, and took him in my mouth. Another one quickly slid under my little frame, grabbed my waist, lowered me onto his cock, and started slowly thrusting from below. Delighted and full again, I smiled up at my surfer.

“Thank you.”

He smiled back as I started to feel a constant stream of liquid hitting my asshole. I took him out of my mouth to look back, and one of the surfers was lathering a large amount of lube all over my ass cheeks and inside my crack, confidently rubbing his palm in every nook. They positioned my partner next to me in the same position on her towel, on all fours, riding and sucking, with the sixth surfer preparing her ring with his own bottle of lube. Three of them were using each of us, while I noticed some from earlier were getting hard again.

I yelped as I felt a slight sting as his cock began to push on my little ring, kindly inching himself as slowly as possible, gauging my reaction.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good; keep going! You can fill me all the way up if you want.”

I had taken plenty up there, but I had never felt the sensation of two cocks pressing against each other inside me. I was filled to the brim; the pressure on all my most sensitive bits had left me motionless, and each of them were thrusting in their respective positions while I dutifully sucked my surfer. I heard the redhead moan with joy as the same was being done to her. Another stranger was allowed to relieve himself on me during the act. Once again, he simply walked over, emptied himself on my face while my mouth was still deep around my surfer, and walked away.

My surfer kept making eye contact with me to ensure I was ok, so I gave him a pleading look, followed by a smile, my mouth still full. His little beach slut was getting filled right in front of him while I kept sucking and stroking him, letting him caress my face and stroke my hair.

I felt the one behind me groan as his load filled my ass with his warm ropes, pleasantly hitting the back of my rectum. He got up and out of the way to let us finish. I looked over at my partner, and she was getting her face painted by the one in her mouth. The other two continued to fuck her, and I heard her cum loudly.

I was on the verge of another one, too. I started to shake violently and took my surfer out of my mouth for a second while my bottom partner pumped upwards furiously inside my wet cunt. I came hard and squirted all over his ripped lower body. The juices ran off of his pelvis and onto the sand.

“Oh my god, guys, more!” I exclaimed.

I took my surfer back in my mouth while another one started eating me out from behind, turned on by the amount of liquids he had just witnessed as he slobbered on my slit and inner thighs like a drunk. I felt him swipe a large amount of liquids off my pussy and pelvis before he took his dripping wet hand to lather my asshole with my fluids! He parted my bubbly cheeks to expose my ring and quickly inserted himself into my glistening, now pulsating little hole. My insides were soaked with lube, cum, oil, and squirt, so this one didn’t even hurt one bit going in, and he started really taking me.

My surfer finally got to the edge.

“Oh, Miss, I’m going to cum,” my surfer groaned.

He throbbed so heavily my lips pulsed open a bit; his cum filled my mouth to the brim and spilled over on my chin as I slid my mouth away.

He bent down to get on my level, kissed my cheek, and smiled at me. He passed me more water while my ass was still getting thoroughly worked on behind me.

“Miss, I’m going to stay with you till you cum again.” He started gently kissing my face and making out with me in a very loving way, caressing my shoulders and playing with my hair. It was a stark contrast from the current mood, which had been defined as a “sweaty, lustful, dirty atmosphere.” Now this gorgeous man was making me feel loved and appreciated while another was thrusting down inside my bowels. The wet, sticky clapping sounds of my ass cheeks resonated in my ears every time he slammed his pelvis into me. At the same time, the sounds of my mouth sharing my surfer’s tongue and lips started to blend with the slimier ones emitting from behind me. These two severely contrasting sexual experiences were happening at once, which got me there again. My face was beet red, I was still licking my surfer’s tongue, and I was hanging on to him to stabilize my swaying frame.

I don’t usually cum from anal alone, but my surfer’s passionate kisses mixed with the depravity taking place in my throbbing cavity got my brain there quick. I squirted one more time. I heard the surfer behind me delight at the sprays as he covered his cock with more juices and promptly went back inside to dump another warm load deep in my colon. My surfer kissed me one last time and walked off to the side.

More of the previous ones wanted another go now that they had seen our asses were in play, and three more of them walked towards me and my tall partner in lust. They laid the redheaded goddess down on the towel face up, picked me up, and lowered me onto her in a sixty-nine position, my little slit landing on her lips. We both instinctively started sucking each other’s clit; I fingered her a bit, admiring her perfectly trimmed orange landing strip (I had a little blonde heart above mine).

One of the three surfers made his way to my ass, inserted himself in my now gushing wet pussy, and entered my tiny little hole once again, this time with my partner’s tongue on my clit, my tits pressing on her stomach while I returned the favor. I don’t think a purer pleasure exists. The second surfer made his way between her legs and started fucking her ass while my tongue circled her clit. It didn’t take long for her to cum; she clenched and let out a drawn-out moan before she got back to playing with my pussy. The third one inserted himself in my mouth, standing to the side of the one still using my pale friend’s tight little butt. The one inside me started to pick up his pace, pulled out of my pussy, and plunged himself straight into my soaking ass. I gasped a little with my mouth full; the amount of cum, baby oil, and lube sliding inside me was driving the both of us wild.

Only a moment later, he slipped out of my ring to cum all over my ass cheeks and my partner’s actual cheeks down below me. The one in my mouth finished on my face, and only a minute later, the one fucking my new friend pulled out of her ass. It was so tight, and he was so big, it made a distinct popping sound coming out. He throbbed again and again, emptying himself all over her pussy, making sure to spray a bit right onto her fiery landing strip.

I lay down naked, covered in oil, squirt, and semen, with more oozing out of all my holes, and I grabbed my redheaded partner. We cuddled and kissed, licking the glaze off of each other, rolling in the wet towels. She pushed my sandy, slightly crusty blonde hair to the side and started to nibble my neck.

Meanwhile, a few last onlookers were motioned to get in close and cover us with one last round of cum. The small crowd cheered and applauded the performance. The crowd was told to disperse, and the surfers said their goodbyes and walked off. It was now just the two of us, drying off on the towels as a cool breeze came through. We watched the sunset, wrapped in each other’s arms, recollecting the experience.

The End.